Beads

beads
She was sitting alone and
sipping a beer and smiling,
escaping something or
awaiting someone

and I glanced at her in
awe of something sweet
and gentle that only I
could see,

and eventually the
scales tipped from
me being still to
approaching her quick

and all barriers dissolved
fast and naturally as we
traded life stories quicker
than I had ever,

opening wide those
windows to the
the rooms where all
the old boxes are kept

and our hands held and
it was perfect
and our lips met and
it was perfect
and our skin touched and
it was perfect

and I took her back to
my room and
treated her body as
perfect as it was

and felt her
come
and heard her
moan

and tasted
sweet joy
that was
perfect

and I knew
we both wanted
to stay there
forever

as I held her perfect
frame in my arms
and kissed her
softly

but those rosary beads
around her neck
would tug her back to
the old community

and force her to stay
away from the outsider
who could never be
in her circle.

– Lennie Bezwik

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About bezwik

Lennie Bezwik is an English poet and lyricist who lives in Spain. Before getting into poetry, Bezwik was part of the London based UK Hip Hop scene, writing songs, producing tracks and performing live rap. Over the last few years, Bezwik has done a lot of travelling, drinking and writing. Nowadays, he sneaks off to dingy little Spanish bars at night and writes poems in his notebook. His biggest inspirations are homelessness, unemployment, booze, love and being dreamy.

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